Chapter 5: Thor's Statement, Delivered at Volume

The mead was Thor's idea.

I had not asked for mead. I had arranged two chairs at a reasonable conversational angle in the small meeting room on the forty-fourth floor — neutral ground, no one's territory, a room with a window and no tactical display and nothing on the walls except a fire exit diagram — and I had placed my notebook on the table and a cup of coffee beside it and I had been preparing, in my own mind, for something approximately like a formal interview.

Thor arrived carrying a ceramic jug the size of a small child.